Queen of Rambles

I must smell really good. I’ve been bitten many times today and it’s making me a little paranoid. MisterE is going to earn a new nickname. Chompers would be appropriate. I am actually getting a little concerned about his biting habit. It’s no longer confined to just the nipples. Any bit of exposed flesh is fair game for a major chomp.

I don’t like my own baby biting me, but it is far better than enduring puppy bites. Those razor sharp teeth are excellent at rending flesh. I have a bunch of scratches on my hand from a multitude of puppy bites. And the puppy wasn’t even cute! I’ve never seen an ugly puppy before today, but ugly this creature was. I think it was some kind of mutt.

The most painful bite, though, came from an unexpected quarter. Apparently my elbow looks like a giant horse nipple. I was standing at the horse fence and this cute, stinky little colt took a nip that made me scream out loud, perhaps because I was startled.

Can you tell we had an adventure today?

We went out to a horse farm to celebrate the equinox. It wasn’t a pagan celebration—Mike is a satellite engineer so the equinox has something to do with his work. They always have a spring and fall party, though this is the first one I’ve attended. I really hate going to his work parties because I have nothing in common with any of the other people in attendance. At least now I have Erik so we have an automatic topic of conversation, but it is still pretty boring. I really like a couple of the wives, but they all know each other pretty well so it can be kind of lonely for an introvert like me.

I made cupcakes for the party and realized that I haven’t made a batch of cupcakes since I was a little kid. Why is that? Cupcakes are the perfect dessert to take places—easy to eat, easy to serve. Of course, they aren’t easy to transport so I didn’t frost them until we got there. Me being me, I couldn’t just take plain old cupcakes, so I added a cream cheese filling and they were super yummy. I couldn’t figure out how the cream cheese would get in the middle, but physics did its job. You just have to drop the mix (8 oz cream cheese, 1/3 cup sugar, 1 egg, 6 oz mini-chocolate chips) on top of the batter and it will sink into the middle during cooking. Granny would blow her gasket at my mad gourmet cooking skillz. I’m so gourmet that I can let you in on a huge secret—Betty Crocker cake mixes taste 100 times better than Duncan Hines cake mixes.

I made way too many cupcakes for the number of people at the party and felt kind of stupid about that. I was setting them out and frosting them and one lady came up and exclaimed that they were way too many and I should only set half out. Her tone was just so rude that I wanted to slap her into next week. I thought she must be related to the hostess or something, but in the end it seems like she was just extremely bossy. She had also brought her big dog out to the party, which was kind of weird. They had to lock it up on the porch so it wouldn’t bother people. I guess I don’t understand the whole “take your dog where ever you go” thing. We always had dogs growing up, but they didn’t go with us to big parties. True, this party was out in the country, but you’ve got to figure that a dog is just going to go crazy with a bunch of strangers and babies. Or maybe I am just a crotchety old bitch. The dog was better behaved than one of the little kids at the party. One couple had a six year old “genius.” These parents are the type who give parents a bad name in the school system. According to them their daughter is gifted and the school refuses to recognize that since the daughter is so bored that she refuses to do any school work. I could totally buy that, but then she was playing hide and seek with a four year old girl and the four year old could count higher than she could (to 20). The four year old could give her address and the six year old genius couldn’t even say what town she lived in. She was positively brilliant, I tell you! She was also really bossy and mean to the poor four year old, but the four year old didn’t seem to notice. If nothing else, the bratty older child made me realize that we really need to have another kid so Erik doesn’t turn into a spoiled only child.

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